Milky Tiger (1)
Milky Tiger (1)
"Ugh...... So, basically ambidextrous, but uses the right hand more......."
"And?"
"......The dominant foot is the right one, so dislikes opponents circling to my left-."
"More."
"Wh-when Beastkin-transforming, easily loses reason, shows openings often, that's a weakness too......."
Tok, Dojin, who had been obediently listening to Hoyeon's words, looked down at her intently as if that wasn't enough.
As Dojin stopped, she sensed something off and looked up at him from behind.
"Wh-what is it......?"
"I'm not interested in those kinds of weaknesses; I want to hear the more blatant ones."
Kkuuk- Dojin yanked the rope in his hand. Feeling the rope tighten, Hoyeon let out a weak moan and did as he said.
"Hn, hngh- Th-the lobe of the ears stroked gently feels good......."
At those words, her ears perked up straight.
"Likes having the base of the tail touched too......."
The swishing tail went stiff and rigid.
"And... when the belly's touched, gets so happy... doesn't show it even on hot days......."
"But you showed it to me just fine earlier."
"Ugh, th-that's......."
Hoyeon couldn't refute Dojin's words and hung her head in shame. Dojin stroked her lower back while pulling the rope.
Keuk, with her neck choked and upper body lifted, Hoyeon was too focused on the rope around her throat to care about exposing her upper body to the world.
"Yo-you- Br-breathing......."
"Doesn't bother you at all to bare your belly to the world, huh?"
"Guh-! St-stop! What if people see- Kek! Keheuk-!"
Dojin, sitting behind Hoyeon, yanked hard on the rope around her neck with one hand while gently caressing her belly with the other.
The warmth of her cool skin transferred to his palm. Well, if you're naked strolling in a snowy field in midwinter, of course it'd be this cold.
Dojin carefully gazed at Hoyeon laid out before him. A naked bitch with a rope around her neck.
"Do people know the dojo master is such a pervert?"
"Hn, hngh-!"
At those words, pyut, a strand of vaginal fluid squirted from Hoyeon's pussy. Seeing it, Dojin grinned and released the rope.
As her breathing returned, Hoyeon crawled on the ground, coughing and hacking.
"Got excited, huh."
"N-no way......."
"Then how about this?"
Dojin tugged at the fur starting to grow on her lower back and spoke. It was obviously fur grown to protect her body temperature, but....... Hoyeon couldn't protest that.
No, she didn't.
"Since you're not being honest...... Should we just keep strolling?"
"Th-that's......!"
In the end, Hoyeon opened her mouth, feeling both humiliation and a twisted thrill.
"I-I- Hoyeon is a perverted Beastkin who gets excited showing off to others......."
"Good girl."
Dojin grinned and praised her. And he recalled why she'd ended up like this.
Having raped Dojin twice in a row and feeling responsible, Hoyeon said she'd do whatever he wanted as much as possible.
Hearing that, Dojin thought of a way to exploit her conscience.
'Perfect.'
They still had to have sex eight more times anyway. During her remaining estrus period, they could hit ten just breathing.......
'But me initiating versus the dojo master begging first is a huge difference.......'
He already had too many women he couldn't count on two hands, so adding another unless his brain was in his dick was unthinkable.
So he wouldn't make the first move. But if Hoyeon came to him first, he wouldn't stop her.
Deciding on the classic "don't stop incoming women, don't chase outgoing ones" stance, Dojin tied a rope around her neck.
Then stripped her completely and sent her out to the courtyard.
"W-wait... outside is a bit......."
At first resistant, Hoyeon was tricked by the nonsense that if it was that hated outdoors, he subconsciously wouldn't pounce, and somehow agreed to the walk.
Of course, "outside" just meant the dojo's courtyard shielded by walls.
"Not cold?"
"Mm... Beastkin are resistant to cold......."
Well, original's a tiger, so no way it'd yield to this chill.
Dojin nodded like he got it and tugged the leash on her neck.
Guk guk, understanding the signal to go forward, Hoyeon started crawling on all fours by herself.
Human handprints stamped into the fresh white snow- enduring that chill somehow, Hoyeon crawled forward, feeling puzzled.
"Does this really work......."
"Ah, right. Now, tell me the dojo master's weaknesses."
"Wh-what outta nowhere......."
"Hurry."
This was how she'd ended up like this- and now, on the white snowy field visible to all, Hoyeon followed Dojin, fully realizing her insolence and resolving to take responsibility.
"......I'm just gonna rip open my belly."
"What's that sudden talk?"
Dojin, eating the lunch Hoyeon had made, tilted his head at her abrupt words.
Rip open her belly? Like seppuku? Was there such a culture in the Otherworld? No, to begin with. Would a Superhuman like her even die from that?
As Dojin glared intently at his own belly, Hoyeon fetched a long sword from the wall and held it to her stomach like she had nothing to say.
"......Will you help?"
"Stop the nonsense and eat."
"Got it......."
Hoyeon carefully set down the sword and picked up her chopsticks.
Dojin followed suit and continued eating.
He always thought this eating at the dojo, but surprisingly, Hoyeon had great cooking skills.
While martial artists were rumored to suck at delicate work or housework, her skills rivaled the pro chef he hired at the mansion.
Considering he paid that chef more than a royal one, Hoyeon's skills weren't ordinary.
"Delicious."
"......Thanks."
Jjjeong!
Hoyeon's ears, drooping downward, shot straight up. The dejected Hoyeon perked her tail at the praise and started wagging happily.
Was she too happy? That was her downfall.
"......Still in the middle of eating."
"Ah, I know-! Wasn't planning to!"
"No more hiding it now, huh."
Dojin pointed at Hoyeon's sprouting whiskers and fur. Her eyes, denying arousal, weren't on the food but fixed on Dojin.
"......How about just tasting it?"
"After eating."
"B-but food can wait, right?"
"It'll get cold."
"I'll remake it!"
Dojin sighed at the stealthily approaching Hoyeon and just let her have her way.
Day three here, three creampies.
Some might call it fast...... but by Dojin's standards with women he knew, it was glacially slow.
Did this reflect her laid-back personality......? Questionable.
Due to estrus, Hoyeon avoided people as much as possible, but being human, total isolation from society wasn't feasible.
If this were 21st-century Earth, a month cut off wouldn't be a big deal...... but this was a fantasy Otherworld.
With Dojin added, their stockpiled food for a month bottomed out in a week, so she planned to go out.
And Dojin blocked it.
"Just need food?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Nothing else?"
Dojin used the Magic Tool he'd brought to order the maid at the mansion to deliver food.
Soon, the maid arrived at the mansion with a cart full of provisions.
"Good work."
"No problem, Master. And......."
The maid handed over the food and signaled Eunha, who'd hidden in the cart to surprise Dojin. Eunha popped out with a bang.
"Dojin!"
"Eunha? Why are you here......."
"Missed you, so I came... should I go back...?"
"No, since you're here, come in."
"Yeah!"
Eunha beamed happily and hauled in hundreds of kilos of food.
Entering, she frowned at the messed-up snow in the courtyard, dropped the food in the storeroom, and returned.
"How's Master?"
"Super."
Eunha entered without much chat with Dojin and flung open the dojo room door where Hoyeon waited.
Hoyeon, waiting for Dojin's return, turned at the wide-open door to greet him.
Topless.
"Dojin! ......Uh, Eunha?"
"......Master."
Eunha glared at Hoyeon waiting half-naked.
She could tell without words what happened between them, and in this dojo, while she was away.
"Th-this- I mean......."
"Not cold?"
"Huh?"
But Eunha gritted her teeth, pretended not to know, and draped the fallen top over Hoyeon.
Hoyeon froze in confusion, while Dojin covered his mouth, turned away, and started chuckling.
In this room, she alone failed to grasp the situation.